So, after having a *ahem* firm discussion with Eeyore* over the phone about why my patient, who's likely perfed his bowel, can't come to the radiology department for STAT portable x-rays, she finally shows up, and the following conversation takes place.
Me (joking while piling on the lead-lined gear, as I'm needed to hold the plate behind the patient for a specific view of the abdomen.):
"Meh, I get more radiation flying on a plane...and I'm almost fifty, I'm done having babies!"
Eeyore (seriously):
"You could always get cancer..."
Really? You don't say? You realize that this is the oncology unit?! And we're in a room with a patient who was just diagnosed with lymphoma, a tumor of which likely punched a hole in his bowel about an hour ago...? And I'm an oncology nurse, who handles (carefully!) chemotherapy agents almost every shift?
Ugh. Some people.
*AKA the morose overnight x-ray tech
